I get out of bed
And trip over my shoes
Put on the coffee
and check out the news.
I scan the obits-
To see if I;m there--
Put on my clothes
And comb my hair.
A look in the mirror
Finds a few more gray hairs
A new wrinkle of two
Have appeared here and there.
It's all part of life
I say to myself
We must keep on going
Or waste away on the shelf!
I reach for my… Continue
Added by Melo on December 31, 2007 at 1:23 —
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